She was just getting ready to cum when the doorbell interrupted her. She swore, put down her saree and slid off the couch, hoping that the smell of her wet pussy wasn’t strong enough to be identified by her visitor. She glanced through the peephole, then she felt overwhelmed in joy to notice her daughter.
“Dayama, I’m do glad you came over! I was just getting ready to call you!” Opening the door and welcoming her daughter, Padmabati said. Naturally Daya touched her mother’s sacred feet, hugging her daughter Padmabati kissed her cheeks.
Daya had dressed formally in spite of the heat, in a long, cotton saree and a thin blouse that only partially concealed the size of her enormous tits. Then Padmabati noticed her daughter’s stiff nipples. The erect, tit-buds stood out conspicuously under her conservative blouse and bra, her nipples were as hard as little pebbles.
“Maa, I saw you fucking Tappu, do you like his fucking ?” Without any hesitation Daya boldly revealed her mother’s incestuous activity. Padmabati became blushed by her daughter’s discovering, but at the same time pleased for her open-minded attitude. Daya continued, and Padmabati noticed that her daughter almost seemed to be exciting herself. “I saw you fucking my son on the floor. I knew that you are starving for a hard cock, and now I am too much pleased to see you happy again.
“Ohh! Daya meri sweet darling, you’re so good, I’m am proud to have such an understanding daughter like you” Saying this Padmabati moved close to her, captured her in a lewd embrace and kissed her on lips. Her hands slid up, cupping Daya’s enormous tits. Daya made a sobbing sound as her mother massaged her huge tits, milking and massaging them under her palms.
“Ohhh maa!” Daya moaned. trembling harder than ever with lust.
“I want to take a look at them, Dayamaa!” Padmabati tore open the hooks, then ripped off the blouse entirely, leaving her big daughter naked from the waist up, except for her bra. The D-cup Maidenform was like a harness, barely able to contain Daya’s massive tits. Padmabati undid the front clasps helping her daughter out of the bra, and releasing the enormous tits from their tight confinement. Daya’s nipples were stiff, as hard as rubbery eraser- tips.
Padmabati hefted her daughter’s huge tits, almost in awe of their weight and firmness. “I wanna suck them, sona!” Padmabati groaned, then lowered her head, wrapping her lips tightly around one of her daughter’s sensitive, stiffly-distended nipples. Eagerly, she slurped on one of Daya’s large tits, covering the wide, crimson, goosebumped nipple with saliva and little teeth marks. She switched tits, sucking her daughter’s other lush tit even harder. Daya writhed submissively on the couch, unable to control her growing lust.
“Mmmmmm, they taste good!” Padmabati purred. She giggled as she dropped to her knees in front of her daughter, roughly pulling off her daughter’s saree. Excited Daya also helped her mother unfastening her petticoat’s knot so that she could remove off her saree easily. A minute later, the huge-titted Garba-queen mother was completely naked. Padmabati marveled at her daughter’s long-legged, lithe figure. She met no resistance as she spread Daya’s thighs, opening her fleecily furred, obviously dripping cunt.
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